The Green-Eyed Warrior

Lyra's POV

I clutched the torn fabric of my shirt against my chest, dragging my feet through the cold dirt. Every step sent a fresh wave of agony radiating from my bruised face, but the lingering metallic tang of Derrick’s blood fading in the distance spurred me forward. The twisted, pathetic spark of hope Gael had ignited in my chest settled into a heavy, suffocating knot of reality. He had prot